The O'Conners: A Made for Love Novella (8 page)

“Hey. Hey, look at me,
”
I whisper.

“Grayson
—
can they
—
?
”

“Look at me,
”
I demand. When she obeys, I can see the lust that clouded her eyes has now been replaced with worry.
“
Come back, sweetheart,
”
I murmur before brushing a kiss against her lips.
“
I
’
m right here.
”

“What if
—
?
”

“Who cares?
”
I kiss her again.
“
I need you to come for me, Shorty. I need to feel you squeeze my cock with that sweet pussy of yours.
”
I kiss the space just below her ear before I whisper,
“
Don
’
t think. Just
feel
—
feel
me
. Feel how much I want you. Feel how much I need you. Feel how much I love you.
”

She moans and holds me tighter. When I feel her tongue against my neck, I know that she
’
s making her way back to me. Knowing that she
’
s starting to relax, I give her what she asked for before
—
driving into her earnestly.

“Sonny
—
oh my
—
right there! Yes
—
yes. Please. Oh, please!
”

I can tell that she
’
s trying to keep her voice down, but I want her to let go. I
’
m not going to last long
—
the danger of getting caught making this moment that much hotter. It
’
s just like I told her, I
need
for her to come. Right now.

I pound into her faster, harder; she squeezes me in response, her breaths coming in short uneven spurts.
“
Come for me, Avery.
”

“I
—
I can
’
t
—
I
’
ll
—
scream. I can
’
t be quiet. Grayson
—”

I close my mouth around hers and kiss her.
Hard
. Now, every thrust is a request; a plea; a
demand
for her to trust me and fucking
let go.
I manage to squeeze my hand in between us, swirling my thumb against her clit to bring forth what we both need. That does it. As she sucks on my tongue, she lets out an uninhibited groan. When she tightens around me, pulling forth my release, I drag my lips across her cheek and down to her neck.
“
Avery
—
yes
—
Ave. God
—
Avery!
”

It isn
’
t until we
’
re both spent, each of us working to catch our breath, that there
’
s a knock on the door. Avery tenses, her arms tightening their grip around me.
“
Excuse me,
”
comes the voice of a woman. I vaguely recognize her as the fight attendant who rattled off safety protocol at the beginning of our flight.
“
Is everything alright in there?
”

I clear my throat, trying my hardest not to laugh.
“
Yes, ma
’
am.
”

“Well, I
’
m going to have to ask that you return to your seats promptly.
”

“Uh, yes, ma
’
am,
”
I manage once more. When I look at Avery, I find her as red as a tomato.
“
Hey,
”
I chuckle, pressing a quick kiss against her mouth.
“
It
’
s okay.
”

“Okay?!? Grayson
—”

“Hey,
”
I cut her off with another kiss.
“
Do you regret it?
”
I ask, slowly pulling out of her.

“Not a fair question,
”
she replies, shaking her head.

“Answer it anyway, Shorty. Do you regret it?
”

She pulls her eyes away from mine as she busies herself with tucking me back into my shorts and zipping me up.
“
No,
”
she murmurs.
“
You know that I never regret having you inside of me.
”
I can tell that even though she means what she says, she
’
s still upset over having gotten caught. I expect nothing less from my bashful bride. Nevertheless, I don
’
t want that to take away from what we just shared.

“Hey, gorgeous.
”
I slip my finger beneath her chin to lift her head up. I wait until her eyes meet mine before I speak.
“
I don
’
t regret it either.
”
I kiss her sweetly.
“
Now we
’
re officially part of the club
and
we can go cross number twenty-seven off of our list.
”
I rest my forehead against hers as I squeeze her hips between my hands.
“
Don
’
t worry about them.
”

She inhales deeply and exhales slowly.
“
Can I have my panties back?
”

“I love you,
”
I say, determined to reclaim this experience.

“I love you, too. Now, my underwear?
”
she holds out her hand, looking at me expectantly. I shake my head, somehow knowing this is the perfect way to bring back my daring girl.
“
Grayson?
”

I slide my hands up her legs before gripping her ass and pulling her against me. She sucks in a breath as she holds onto me for balance.
“
I think I
’
ll keep them.
”
I press my cheek to hers and whisper in her ear.
“
It turns me on just thinking about you sitting out there, naked and ready for me under this dress.
”

Another knock sounds at the door before Avery has a chance to respond. I
’
m quick to reply.
“
I need a minute, please.
”

“Sir, we cannot allow
—”

“Ma
’
am, we
just
need a minute, okay?
”

Avery buries her face in my chest, but the woman on the other side of the door goes silent. I take that as a sign that she
’
s unwilling to argue with me and she's acquiesced to my request.

“Hey.
”
I squeeze my hands and Avery gasps, bringing her eyes to meet mine.
“
You ready to get out of here?
”

“I can
’
t believe you won
’
t give me my panties back.
”

“It ensures me that the second we walk through our front door, I can have my way with you.
”

She shakes her head at me.
“
Sonny, you have work in the morning. You
’
re not going to
—”

I interrupt her with a kiss. When I pull away, my lips still graze hers as I speak.
“
For the next hour, I
’
m going to be sitting next to my wife, knowing that she
’
s got nothing on underneath her dress. It
’
ll be such sweet torture
knowing
but not being able to
touch
. By the time we get home, sweetheart, I
’
m going to have no choice but to lose myself in you. I won
’
t be able to sleep until I do. You know one time is never enough
—
I can
’
t ever get enough of you, Avery. Never.
”

As I speak, I can feel her melt against me. When I
’
m finished, she whimpers before pressing her lips firmly against mine.

“You drive me crazy,
”
she mumbles.
“
I love you so much.
”

“I love you too, Shorty. Now come on. Let
’
s get out of here.
”

I expect to find the flight attendant just outside the door waiting for us, but there
’
s no one there when we finally make our exit. I can see Avery
’
s shoulders relax in relief before she hurries her way down the aisle and into her seat. After we
’
re buckled up, she sticks out her hand. At first, I
’
m unsure what she
’
s asking for. Then she speaks.

“Your phone. I want to cross it off.
”

A smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth as I reach into my pocket and retrieve my device.
“
The honor is all yours.
”
 

“Oh, come on Avery. You know you want to come out with us,
”
Tiffany goads me as we all pack up our instruments. It
’
s late on a Friday afternoon and we just finished with rehearsal. There
’
s a garden party we
’
re playing for this Sunday and we wanted to perform some new selections. We
’
ve been sight reading and tweaking our sound for the last couple of hours. It
’
s been a productive and cathartic afternoon. I needed to get lost in music for a while.

“You
’
ve got to eat, right?
”
Clifton pipes in.

“I can
’
t tonight, guys. Grayson has a work thing.
”